[69 Book Bar-www.] Long Yini sneered and turned around and looked at the man who was as white as snow lotus. However, he saw him lower his eyelids and carefully bandaging the wound on his wrist. His long eyelashes formed a tempting curve on his heart-shaped face.

"It's a pity that you are not that, she..."

That, she?

As the wind passed, he raised his clothes, lowered his eyelids, his lips were scattered, and he carefully treated her wounds. The soft side face outline as warm sunlight was silently falling like Hongyu feathers, with clear edges but not lacking in softness.

The long and thin hair covered his smooth forehead and hung on his thick and slender eyelashes. No one could see it, and even more so that the sadness in his eyes could not be understood at this moment, perhaps he had always concealed it very well...

"If you miss it, it is no longer fate. The prince is well-read and I believe that you should naturally understand this truth!"

She pulled out her wrist without any trace, her eyebrows were frowning slightly, and her natural sound was like a crescent moon, beautiful, like a bunch of purple-blue lavender.

Facing those gentle and clear eyes that seemed to drip out of water, her mouth was frivolous and she did not forget to add: "Yini thanked the prince for his kind advice just now. However, I hope this drama will not be a second time when the couple acted together!"

Turning around, she didn't stop, she walked away, leaving only the idiot Feng Moyan and the puppet-like Ling Yun, who were hesitant in the same place...

Looking at her graceful back, Feng Moyan was slightly ecstatic. She felt that this woman was as elegant as fog, extremely cold and charming as if she was real and illusory. She was really not a person in the world...

"Prince, do you need Ling Yun to bring her back?"

Ling Yun took a few steps forward and came to Feng Moyan's side. She lowered her head slightly. Her whole face was delicate and beautiful, beautiful and incompetent, but unexpectedly, without any expression. The strong light reflected from the ice and snow shone on her face, making her skin look crystal clear, soft as jade, and spotless.

"No need, Xiruo is dead. Whether it is the day three years ago or today three years later, I must force myself to accept this fact!"

You shook his head, under the falling snow, he was as sensual as autumn water, his appearance was as beautiful as a painting, and he was as beautiful as the person in the painting. But between his clear pupils, a thousand kinds of glass lights were faintly flashing. Looking at the dragon's increasingly blurred back, he murmured softly:

"But now, is she Long Yini?"

......

The slippery and sticky snow was everywhere, and above the white snow, there were densely covered with dragon charming and delicate footprints. Looking at her again, a pale pale look of blood loss vaguely reveals the weakness she was stubbornly supporting at this moment.

"His uncle, this little body is so paper-filled, fooling people! He thinks he is wasting money, thia..."

In the huge prime minister's mansion, except for the luxurious decorations, the falling wintersweet, and the pale and soft veil as veil, she was empty and almost no one felt particularly strange.

After walking a few more steps forward, Long Yini gritted her teeth, or because of the cold or due to poor physical condition, blood was once again oozing out from the wound that had just been bandaged.

(Good morning, dear friends, the first update is here, Momo, I love you.)
Chapter completed!